Gundam EXARE

Take Rey himself for example. Thanks to Aura's operation, he transformed himself into a trustworthy thug, and then acted for the interests of some LOGOS members and the Eurasian Federation.

Do you mean that these LOGOS members have a change of heart?

Would he still come up with so many photocopied people after having a change of heart?

In the final analysis, these LOGOS members still want to replace it. Not to mention the Eurasian Federation. Hasn't it been thinking about replacing the Atlantic Federation for a long time?

We must be extremely careful in this situation. What we need to do is to change the situation, not just let the tiger come after the wolf runs away.

Rei defines himself very clearly. As a driver with no power, no influence, and no background, he can only kill in this regard.

If we get rid of all the garbage, then capable people will be able to take over, right?

Since his specialty is combat, he should maximize this aspect.

For example, right now, he is here assisting the South American War of Independence.

His thoughts temporarily ended, and Ray walked into the bridge. It was the same as the maintenance room. His other brothers, who seemed to have slightly different ages, were doing their own jobs in the bridge.

"How far is it to our destination?"

"It is expected to arrive in 17 hours."

As soon as Rei asked, he got an accurate answer. He was about to head to the next battlefield.

That was a battlefield where neither battleships nor mobile suits were needed, and the tasks to be performed were assassinations and the like.

"Black gloves is how we are described. Now we really have to do all the dirty work."

The brothers didn't react at all. Rei's exclamation was not within the data in their brains, and they couldn't give a response.

"Ah, if it were my sisters, they wouldn't be so boring."

Rei took out two more pieces of bubble gum and put them in his mouth.

PS: The characters in the movie are too scary, so let’s just look at the illustrations in the novel (I emphasize this for the third time)

Chapter 176 Freelance Journalist

In 72, the situation in South America was turbulent and accumulated contradictions were bursting out.

These contradictions come not only from the pressure exerted by the external Atlantic Federation, but also from disputes within South America.

During the years when South America was the back garden of the Atlantic Federation, the Atlantic Federation supported one agent after another, who diligently expanded the Atlantic Federation's influence in South America.

In a nutshell, it is a so-called puppet regime.

Two years ago, when the Atlantic Federation invaded South America in 70 and swallowed up the continent, the government that was eager to seek independence was wiped out.

The government that is now on the stage has completely different demands from the people. They are loyal dogs of the Atlantic Federation and choose to stand on the same side as the invaders for their own interests.

Are you expecting these people to suddenly come to their senses and speak up for the people? Or are they just playing cozy with the Atlantic Federation? Impossible.

"This is the biggest dilemma facing the people of South America: the government that controls the military has gone against public opinion."

Mirialia's fingers danced on the screen of her phone. Do you know what's the difference between modern journalists and journalists of the past? It's the medium of reporting.

Things like photos and videos you take, and interviews you get from others, can all be edited using the tools at hand and then uploaded to the Internet.

It is no longer the old days where we had to rely on newspapers to get news, so professions like freelance journalists came into being.

Thanks to advances in technology, freelance journalists can quickly reach chaotic places and record the reality there.

As soon as the plane took off, Mirialia came to the United States of South America with money and passion.

Freelance journalists like her are organized and have been active around the world long before the PLANT and Earth Alliance officially went to war.

They had disguised themselves and infiltrated the Blue Cosmos in the past, and personally experienced and recorded the brainwashing of the members by the Blue Cosmos.

They had visited PLANT in the past and conducted on-site inspections of the unfair treatment suffered by PLANT.

In the past, they have exposed the shadow governments hidden behind the Atlantic Federation and the Eurasian Federal Government by their real names.

However, even after doing so much, their efforts still did not pay off.

Why? Because they are just freelance journalists.

The voices they make are too small and can be easily drowned out by the government and the media controlled by the government.

But the freelance journalists still did not give up. They believed that the truth could not be covered up, and they believed that these records would come in handy one day in the future.

So they rushed to the battlefield and rushed to dangerous places, and are still active all over the world today.

There are always people in this world who strive for justice, but such people face a dilemma:

Just as a law without enforcement power is nothing but a piece of waste paper, justice without the support of power cannot defeat any evil and will never come.

So just give up and do nothing?

Some people are unwilling to do so. Even if they get nothing in return, they still want to say that word that becomes harder to say the more they know.

How much does justice truly carry? History? Dreams? Responsibility? Pain? Order? Despair? Sorrow?

Does everything we do really have meaning?

Once people don't get any rewards, they will inevitably fall into self-doubt.

The freelance journalists who once doubted themselves suddenly found that the world had become different, because the declining empire could no longer hide its weakness.

The Red Gundam that fought against the Atlantic Federation Army in Orb in the past was officially revealed to the world this year. It seems that the Atlantic Federation can no longer even hide its own incompetence.

Freelance journalists have noticed that the news they published during this period has been well preserved online, which proves that the world situation is changing rapidly.

The most important thing for them is that they can finally reveal the truth, that’s all that matters.

Take South America, for example:

"South America is a powder keg right now. The Atlantic Federation hopes to detonate it, forcing the South American governments to confront the South American people, creating a situation of internal friction. This paragraph must be deleted first."

Mirialia cut and saved quickly. Although she was a newcomer, she had received corresponding training.

In the eyes of some people, the news produced by freelance journalists is too eye-catching, so they will use various means to find fault and try to stigmatize freelance journalists.

Therefore, Mirialia could not write biased words in the report, so as not to be caught and attacked.

This kind of analysis requires a skin

That is to say, we need to use the statement made by the XXX expert we interviewed and based on his analysis.

At worst, you have to create a small account yourself, or ask someone else to help you create a small account and analyze it as a reader in the comment section of the report.

Sounds troublesome, right?

But the real trouble is the professional networkers who are always watching you and trying to trick you.

By this time, Mirialia had finished editing.

She blinked her sore eyes, and her green pupils, as clear as lake water, revealed the same calmness as lake water.

Miliaria packed up her tools and stood up. She put on her reporter badge again and put on a white coat that did not look feminine at all.

She saw her own figure in the floor-length mirror in the hotel. The little girl in the dress a year ago had disappeared at some point.

It was supposed to be a beautiful ornament worn around a woman's neck, but all she had was a rope to prevent it from getting lost.

"Um"

Miliaria turned around in front of the mirror according to her mood. The corners of her clothes and her short brown hair fluttered slightly with her movements, which seemed a little cute.

"I've changed so much without realizing it."

She lamented the impermanence of life, and how sometimes people have no control over whether they will change or not.

Mirialia remembered a very classic saying——You know too much.

Once you know too much, you can no longer live as indifferent as before.

That's why she became a freelance journalist. She hopes to become a journalist who can record the truth like her teacher Jess who introduced her to the field.

"the truth"

When this word is mentioned, a complex emotion arises in Miliaria's heart.

In her memory, there is a man who always breaks his promises. Even though she knows that he often lies, she still hopes that he will tell the truth for the last time.

But this man still broke his promise in the end, which is really bad.

After being deceived several times, Miliaria finally began to hate the other party. She wanted to scold him, slap him twice, kick his calf, refute him fiercely, and destroy his stage.

"call"

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath.

There is still work to be done.

Miliaria packed her things and left the room which she had rented for only one night.

Strikes and protests continue in the city today, with people taking to the streets to demonstrate their dissatisfaction with the government through practical actions.

This sounds a bit weak, but what can people do without weapons?

Just as Mirialia's journalistic tools are her weapons, the people of this city see their strike as their only weapon.

This alone is not enough, but perhaps this action will infect more and more people and set off a bigger trend.

Milialia wanted to record today's scenery. She walked out of the hotel and clearly saw the difference in the street.

Pick up the tools in your hand and record the scene in front of you.

The somewhat empty street scene illustrates the people's demands. Mirialia wonders how many people are participating in this strike.

She headed towards the strike site, the setting sun in the sky a bit blinding.

The temperature today is 25 degrees Celsius. Although it is not a high temperature, if people gather too much, it may cause symptoms such as heat stroke.

It's really worrying.

Thinking of this, Mirialia quickened her pace.

She had deliberately chosen a hotel close to the protest site, and now, as she quickened her pace, she soon heard the overwhelming slogans:

"Liberate the United States of South America!"

This is the only demand of the South American people. The people of this city are gathered here. They have a clear division of labor. Some people unite together to shout slogans, while others make arrangements in the rear.

This is a strike protest, not a hunger strike. People put down their work to generate revenue for the government, prepared umbrellas and just sat here.

Slogans alone are meaningless. Only by bringing society to a standstill can the government pay attention to the people's demands because of the destructive power of strikes.

So the people who are participating in the strike are now planning to fight the government here.

In response, the fully armed police force was acting as if they were facing a major enemy. After all, the number of people striking in front of the government building was considerable, and the government was afraid that the crowd would rush into the building and go crazy.

"Liberate the United States of South America!"

Mirialia recorded the strikers' slogans and postures.

When she arrived in the city, the strikers had been protesting for six days, and they were definitely not taking to the streets for fun.

Mirialia's camera kept moving, and wherever it looked, there were surging crowds of people.

At this moment, a harsh sound reached Miliaria's ears, and she could only see a sea of ​​people when she moved the camera.

"what happened?"

Mirialia put down her camera; all she could hear was chaotic shouting.

"No, I can't see it."

Milialia was a girl who was not very tall. She looked around and finally ran to a car whose owner was unknown.

"sorry!"

With an apology, Milialia climbed onto the roof of the car, then raised the camera again, using it to bring the distant scene closer.

What came into view was a black baton raised high, and then the baton fell on the striking crowd.

"Varied?!"

Although it is still unknown what the exact cause was or which side started the fight first, fierce clashes have already occurred between the protesters and the police.

The footage shows police officers attacking protesters and protesters pushing the police officers in an attempt to stop them.

Mirialia recorded this chaotic scene and began to feel uneasy.

Because once violence begins, it will spread wildly.

She didn't know which side would start the fight first, so she was worried that the police, who were outnumbered, would suffer.